By Saturday morning, I was ready to surrender to the Lord. I quieted my shrugging heart and prayed, “Okay, Lord, I will dream again.”

Almost immediately, I got side-swiped with regrets over the things that had disappointed me. I started comparing. I started wondering why the Lord hadn’t had ME do this or that ministry. Why hadn’t he given ME the life that looked so glamorous on someone else?

I stacked up these thoughts of missed opportunities like a Wall of Woes and festooned the top with the thought that now I’m old enough that some of those ships have sailed without me.

I sat in solitude time in my room Saturday morning and wailed to myself, “Why did that happen? Why didn’t I jump on board of at least one of those ships before they sailed?” There was always a…